October 2011
60 posts
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the,...
“
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...”
– Janet Fitch
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
silently if,out of not knowable night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess (only which is this world)more my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile sings or if(spiralling as luminous they cling oblivion)voices who are dreams, less into heaven certainly earth swims than each my deeper death becomes your kiss losing through you what seemed myself,i find selves unimaginably...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me, or...
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
i’m so afraid, that in the end, we will both be broken things.
broken by one another, unable to be whole again, together.
i can feel the cracks already.
why am i in such a weird place?
i just spent an hour reading susan’s ancient and dusty xanga… from sophomore and junior year, of high school.
the sun is shining, but i’m listening to a rainy day playlist.
maybe not by cat power…
“we can all be free maybe not with words maybe not with a look but with your mind”
may i be gay
like every lark who lifts his life
from all the dark
who wings his why
beyond because and sings an if
of day to yes
you fill me up.
with your kiss, your smile, your touch
my heart, a cup
a vessel a ship a sea
into a sunset, sailing
destination unknown
your arms my home
isn’t home supposed to be where the heart is
where the porch light is
always left on
despite the hour
you fill me up
at your very word i sway
my heart, a cup
of paper, or plastic… no glass
engineered to last
but...
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
excuse me but, when did love become a bad thing ?
please remember me, happily by the rosebush laughing with bruises on my chin, the time when we counted every black car passing your house beneath the hill and up until someone caught us in the kitchen with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank a vision too removed to mention but please remember me, fondly i heard from someone you’re still pretty and then they went on to say that the pearly...
je veux te donner des bisous et m’occuper de toi.
t’embrasser avec toute ma tendresse
et tomber en dormir emberlificote dans toi.
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it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is at moments after i have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes, when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise; at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile (it was through tears always)and silence moulds such strangeness as was mine a little while;
...
“Hello,
Almost a year ago to the day I left work one night and headed over to...”
